Dear Mary,
I discovered email today, which works great when life is in a rush. I had time to sit down and watch the fruhaha over that wild haired bearded Man Phil something from a reality show. I may be an addict and have a serious shit load of problems, but damn.
First off, I must say the dude needs a hair cut and a shave. The old Hells Angels look just does not work for that man. Does he ride a motorcycle? It is rather difficult to fathom his interesting choice of style when all they do is make duck whistles? Seriously I would be worried about what could be living in his beard and hair. He looks kinda like that motorcycle gang we came across in Nevada. Remember? That beat up old hotel, the roads so cracked and broken it felt as though we were on a movie set. They came roaring down the highway, a massive oiled, roaring and dust producing behemoth of men in leather, long hair and bad attitudes. We were young then, did not know any better, or that the bar owner we were to play was part of a sting operation. We were so young, and naive. They didn't like our music, but they sure did like you. I still have the crooked nose to remember that event, and the scar on my left shoulder from some guys knife.
What wild days. I know we sported the complete rock air, wild hair, tight pants and bigger attitudes. I believe Jerry got tossed out on his ass, followed by our one and only drum set. You were screaming and hollering at them and wielding that mike stand like a weapon. You were a tough cookie, boy your mamma would have been proud of you, how you kicked some serious ass. I couldn't let you do all the hard work though, and I ended up with a broken nose, and a night in jail for our efforts. You were so sweet, mopping up the blood that completely ruined my leather jacket and cursing like a banshee.
His attitude about gay people and vagina's, that sort of blew me away. I know I have spouted off in a drunken mess and called people some serious piss off names, but this guy did it in a pansy mans magazine... I am beginning to wonder if his particular political/religious leanings are just a tool to earn him more money. You know we did the same thing, wrecked a few things, tore up hotel rooms, flipped the police off etc. just to get more attention. We were such attention whores! It worked though, it always worked.
I find it interesting how the public gets so caught up in it, spout off stuff on that Social media and blogs. Blogs, we never had blogs or FB or Twitter! Seriously what happened to the experience of living life on the edge, meeting your favorite rock star in person instead of them Twittering like a bird about their last bowl movement or the vagina's?
The "stars" are becoming slaves to the general populace, vs the other way around. Back then we didn't care if they loved us or hated us, all we cared about was producing music and having a crowd to perform to. We most certainly did not have to post up about stuff.
I don't get it Mary. We were so free back then. Young kids going after a dream, singing our hearts out and dancing on stage every night. Now we watch reality TV shows, men like this duck guy, and his terrible sense of taste and personally bad attitude about everything pretty much. And people drink it up like they are dying of thirst. As if their very life depended upon whether or not he violated his rights, some one elses rights, made too much money or not enough. Yeah I love money. Money makes the world go around. It certainly gives me more opportunities, but people bashing?It seems there is no freedom in that.
Well I have said more than enough, I guess I just had to get that off my chest. Say hello to the family, I am off to Taiwan for a show. I never thought that Japanese people would love old burnt out rock stars.
Take care
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